#((Priority for RP Tracker Addition))

[queenharumiura]

Continued from: [x] || @ukigumos

Haru had visited the others and she thought to check in on how the bir- a certain prefect who owned many birds was doing. Her main reason for visiting the office wasn’t to see the birds, no sir. It was to feed them and coddle them.

It seemed she came in at the right time considering she was told to keep the little ones entertained. “Hahi? Ah… yes. Sleep well, Hibari-san.” She mentally sheds a tear. She was going to drop off a few treats for the birds and then go and visit Tsuna-san, but… who knew how long she’d have to birdsit for.

Well, she could probably stick around for a couple of hours before she’d have to go. Haru Miura, the ever busy bean, had places to go. She sits down and watches as all the tiny birds flock over to her. She whispers for them to be quiet before she starts laying out the bird seeds she prepared for them on a towel. That shouldn’t make too much noise to wake him up?

Well, the birds were cute, at least. She can always visit Tsuna-san another day. Another (dramatic) mental sniff.

[fightingthetides]

Continued from: [x] @ukigumos

A wry smile graces his features and he laughs a little bit, though there isn’t any of that characteristic lightness to his tone. He may be smiling, and his laugh may suggest otherwise to any random passerby, but a single look into his eyes would reveal how beneath that calm façade was a torrential downpour of something dangerous.

Yamamoto was normally respectful of the boundaries of others, and willing to comply to their wants, but even he had his moments when he’d put his foot down stubbornly to state his case. Water, takes the shape of whatever containment it’s in, but given the right conditions, water can burst out and take whatever shape it wants.

“Let’s get you somewhere safe first.”

There was no room for negotiations. Hibari could fight him or lash out all he wanted, but Yamamoto wasn’t going to budge once he’s made up his mind. The Rain guardian was upset, and his patience to keep his friendly and easy going demeanor was dwindling. His usual behavior was great for team-centric circles, but there is a time and place for everything.

As much as he wanted to hunt down whoever had done this to Hibari, without the enemy in sight, his priority instantly shifted to making sure Hibari was okay. Concern came to the forefront, just barely masking the rage bubbling underneath the calm surface. He leads the way to a safe spot so they could assess the damage.

[magicalheirponsol]

Continued from: [x] @lured-into-wonderland

[✧･ﾟ *♚*･ﾟ✧ ]

Ponsol was quite pleased to see that Nunnally enjoyed the bouquet of flowers that he’d prepared for her. The custom of gifting something a month after valentine’s day was simply a custom that his mother had taught him and his brother from early on and it was something that continued into his adult years. Even if it was a custom that most Euro-centric people weren’t aware of, he would still continue the custom. Who didn’t enjoy surprise gifts, after all?

      ❝Excellent, we can decide on a time in the future. I’m sure you’ll enjoy the sight.❞

While he mostly didn’t care for others apart from how useful they could be for networking purposes, he’d always had a great care for plants. If one were to ask him if he thought his plants or humanity was more important, he’d easily answer with his plants. They were his companions and his confidants. They respond well to his care and they gave him a sense of fulfillment to see that they were growing so well under his care. Well, it wasn’t as though he alone tended to them all. He did hire specialists to help him manage all the plants in the greenhouse.

Still, he was the one who planted the seeds, designed their care routine, and also decide where to plant everything to fit his aesthetic vision. On the topic of bringing her painting supplies or drawing his flowers, he nods in response. He too has taken the time to make art of his flowers, so he wouldn’t be surprised if she were to be struck with inspiration upon gazing upon them and wish to draw them for herself. He had a green thumb, he was intelligent, he was charismatic, of good lineage, handsome, artistic, and so much more. Truly, he was that grand of a specimen if he could say so himself.

(Well there was one person who did exceed him in certain aspects, but he wouldn’t dwell on that for long.)

      ❝I do enjoy many flowers, but I do have a strong preference for Jasmines. I also like the cute flowers that bloom from the common spider plant. That one, I raise in my home. Her name is Matilda.❞

It was very rare for anyone to come to ‘meet’ Matilda as Ponsol was quite protective of that plant in particular. Even his elder brother was usually met with a stare of scrutiny if he wished to see the plant.

      ❝Oh? I’m honored by the invitation, I would very much enjoy to see what you’ve created to show in an art exhibition. I do dabble in some art myself.❞

Charity events were also a good way to make more connections with other people, so he would be remiss to miss out on such a chance. Seeing her style of art was also an interesting way of trying to understand her better. Did she have a more simplistic style? Complex? Did she make art more with feeling, or did she prioritize mastery of craft? Perhaps she was abstract? There was much one could extrapolate from how they go about making art.

[fangsofdestruction]

Continued from: ( ☾ )   || @lured-into-wonderland Verse: Human Modern

Seth arrived at the café as he would on the days he had some free time and wanted to be away from his work. He settles down at the table he normally sat at, intent to fish out a book for him to casually read in peace when he hears a voice of a young woman speaking to him. Golden eyes glance up to a young woman.

At first, he’s a bit confused, but he notes that she looked vaguely familiar. The woman takes a seat at the table without waiting to listen to his answer, and he mentally muses that an answer may not have mattered to her anyways. She was bold, he’d give her that. At the joke (he assumes it to be one) that they should leave small treats for the other from time to time, he finally recalls who she was.

A month prior she had given him an extra treat for the promotion they were doing at the café. To return the favor, he’d assed the owner of the shop to return the favor a month later. He does recall that today was the exact month after Valentine’s day, so it must be correct.

He may have recalled seeing her a few times in the café, but he could sometimes be slow to recognizing people that he didn’t know very well on a personal basis. As a CEO, the number of people he meets on even a weekly basis would astound a regular person, so it sometimes took him a moment to connect the face to the acquaintance.

The man didn’t feel the need to answer a few of her questions, such as how he knew she’d be coming here—he didn’t, he just knew that she comes around sometimes. It was only a matter of time. Did he also like this place? If he didn’t, he wouldn’t visit somewhat frequently when he had the time. The sketch of him in her notebook was impressive to say the least, especially given that it was done by memory. He nods his head at her question that she did well with the sketch.

With the way she only gave a first name, he would do the same. He may be a CEO, but it wasn’t as though he was a celebrity personality, so many common folk didn’t know who he was. He did try to keep as low profile as he could, after all. “My name is Seth.”

[sozotohakai]

Hello!

So if you recall me having made myself a schedule, and making a schedule section in my guidelines; well. Turns out that while it helped me organize in my mind my priorities, and made me realize what is relaxing, long term I cannot keep a schedule. It isn’t that I can’t stay organized, it is that it actually starts to work against me. My creativity is not a regular pattern, and I need the freedom and flexibility of adapating to how my energy flows.

And so, I have removed the schedule section; and what I have in my guidlines, in the general section, that speak of schedule are these:

♣ My time zone is GMT+1!

♣ I have a thread tracker, I add a thread once I wrote a starter or reply to a starter~ When it comes to asks made into threads, I’ll add them if you make yourself the thread, or if you reply to the thread I made out of it (in short, I wait to see if you intend to continue it). This does mean that if I make continuation to an ask reply, I’m totally fine if you don’t continue it! It’s often that my muse might have had a reaction to give, but I’m totally fine with continuing or not~

♣ Roleplaying is my one of my two creative hobbies, the other being my fanfictions. In addition, writing is my actual career. This means that when I am in creative mood, I need to decide where to put the energy. Of course, sometimes my creative mood is already focused for a specific thing. But when I feel inspired, my priority order is career > fanfic > roleplay.

♣ This means I cannot give any sort of regular pattern for when I do threads reply. I draft all asks I receive too. Certain asks can be replied to rather fast (in the same day or the day after), but since writing a reply (even to OOC stuff) takes energy, it is dependent of my energy level. In general, I will look to direct energy toward roleplaying when I can, however most often, I'll do one or two reply.

♣ I might use the queue if I have more than a few threads to reply to, so they can be spread through days. Otherwise, I do tend to post when I have replied.

On a side note, I do have two roleplay blogs, Allen and Wei Wuxian. However, to be honest, when I do focus on rp, they both can get equal attention.

As a general note, I do feel that I’m less interested in rp compared to fics. I am still very interested in continuing what I have, with various degree of inspiration coming, but what I already have is dear to me. My muses do want to see where it goes, and with most of my partners I know we established we do want to continue, both of us. But new things or adding up to what I’m already having will happen less, not impossible, but considering I already have a lot to do, I know better than to blindly add more things on my hands.

In short: yep, I’m a slowpoke, in the funny way that my inspiration flows in unpredictable ways. There is no trying to give a schedule to this, all I need is a certain degree of order to my priorities, and then to flow in harmony with my inspiration.

As always, I’m thankful to your presence and to all of you patient with me ♥

PS: a little note, it is that chatting ooc does cost me energy, so it is very easy for me to, not chat for days, especially anything that isn’t a casual little thing. In general, most anyone who interacts ooc with me know this, as I try to always warn people of that now; but just in case, this is a little note to say that I’m a slowpoke too with ooc chatting, and it’s solely because I can only chat when I have the energy to do so! If you know me long enough, you realize I always reply eventually; and due to that, it’s also why I extend the same courtesy, I take it as not having energy or not being chatty if we were speaking ooc and then we don’t, the simple fact you’re still rping with me or still following me let’s me know you’re still there~!

(This does mean I don’t often tend to send something again if I was the last person to speak, as I use notifications to remember whom I haven’t replied or talked to, and while I can see you on dash, it’s kind of like brain does not put two and two together until the rare genius moments where I actually realize how long it’s been).

[greenmartyrdom]

[;addition to rules]

Hi friends! so I’ve been wanting to add these for a while and am finally getting along to adding it to my rules. Pls like this post if you read and understand what I’m saying <3 thanks!

ROLEPLAYING WITH MULTIPLE OF THE SAME MUSE.

This is a NON-EXCLUSIVE blog.

Just because I roleplay with another mun that has the same muse as you does NOT mean that I like them more than you, or that you are not enough. I truly believe that every person has something different to offer for their muse---everyone portrays their muse differently, so it feels like a completely different character that Oliver is interacting with.

The specific verses we come up with for our muses are for our specific interactions only, and if I ship with you, I may not necessarily ship with others ( I AM a ship whore, however, so I will ship it if the other mun does ), and I would never favor one over the other.

On the flip-side, I will never give you problems for roleplaying with other Olivers. All the other Oliver blogs I have seen on my dash are amazing and I’m so happy you can have multiple people you write with. Because of this, I ask that you do not give me problems due to writing with the same muse that you have. If it is a problem for you, and you want to be exclusive, then I will have to decline writing with you.

I AM A SLOW AT REPLIES.

This should not come as any shock to any of you, especially since there was that six-ish month break I took from summer 2017 til February 2018. I will always try to reply to people in a fair manner---i.e., going to the older threads on my tracker first---but it also depends on my MUSE. If I don’t have muse for our thread, it does NOT in any way, shape, or form, mean that I do not like writing with you. If it truly becomes a problem for you, please contact me and I will do my best to do my reply to our thread the next time I am on my computer!

As a reminder to all of you, I just graduated college with two degrees and am in the process of looking for a job, but also teaching private music lessons and assisting in summer camps in order to still have income. I get busy, and sometimes I am so tired that I cannot get the energy to hop onto my computer, and I refuse to reply to things via mobile. I have also been in a lot of stress while in search for a job, since school starts in the Fall and I’m looking for a public school music teacher job---sometimes I will hideaway at home while binging a show on Netflix to put my anxieties about this job search at bay. That means I may not get on my computer to do replies in a week... or two weeks, even. PLEASE BE PATIENT WITH ME.

Please do not expect more than twice a month of me going through my entire thread tracker with a few replies sprinkled here or there. If that is not enough for you, please contact me and we can try to make arrangements for more frequency, but since RP is for having fun, I want it to be fair for the both of us. If it is better for us to stop writing so you get more frequent replies and I don’t have to feel pressured to reply, then that is what we should do. Of course this is something we TALK OUT and determine at our discrepancy.

QUICKER REPLIES ARE EASIER TO REPLY TO THAN PARAS. One-liners are ways for me to feel productive when my muse is being iffy. When it comes to long paras, I want to give back as much as you gave me, and I am a perfectionist, so I will always take much longer with those. It does not mean I lost interest in our thread, it just means that I am waiting until it fits my view of perfection, or near-perfection.

I WILL ALWAYS TRY TO PRIORITIZE STARTERS OVER OLDER THREADS. I know how much it sucks to make a starter and for the person you plotted with to not respond. If you see me answering a bunch of starters but not our thread, which is older, I am aware that I haven’t replied to you yet. I will probably feel bad, but I don’t want people with starters for me to wait longer than they should. I also find that taking longer to reply to starters makes it harder for me to find muse, so I like to get them out of the way before that happens.

I AM A LAX AND CASUAL RP PARTNER. Real life comes first, as we all say, but I feel like some of us don’t actually TRULY feel this way once real life actually comes a-knocking. As aforementioned, I have a lot on my plate. Once I become a teacher full-time, I will be less free. I will come here to de-stress, but if I feel stress or anxiety concerning Rp-ing on here, it is certainly NOT my obligation to give replies. I love writing, and I love threads, but that is NOT my top priority. I hope you understand and respect that.

I AM ALWAYS HERE TO TALK THINGS OUT IF ANYTHING EVER MAKES YOU UPSET OR UNCOMFORTABLE. Seriously, always approach me. Chances are that I don’t realize that I upset you, and I will think everything is okay unless you approach me. I’d like to think that I am a friendly person, and I try to be as open-minded as possible because I always want to make sure my rp partners---my FRIENDS---are happy.

[fightingthetides]

Continued from: [x] @vipermirage

“Huu…” Fon sighs, “If not listening to me is the best you can care for yourself, I’m curious to see how much worse you can get.” He is referring to the fact he hadn’t seen Mammon in some time and they’re already in this state. Fon starts doubting that Mammon can sustain a decent life without having someone to check up on them every once in a while.

“Why don’t you put everything away, get washed up and then go to bed properly? You can vent at me if that helps alleviate your stresses.” A sacrifice a wise and patient person is willing to make for the sake of others. Perhaps if it were anyone else, they’d appreciate his concern, but—this may not be the case here with Mammon.

[fightingthetides]

Continued from: [x] @unladielike

Mizumachi was an early riser, or a ‘morning person’ as many people would term it. He was always so full of energy, no doubt from the way he was an athlete who played high-energy sports. He needed something to burn off that excess energy that he had!

Always a social butterfly, he enjoyed being around people, especially those that he regarded as a friend (the bar isn’t that high for a guy like him), so he was excited to recognize Vivian in the morning. He gave her a big hug, much to her surprise. She didn’t get mad at him, and she didn’t push him away, so that’s a plus! This only means she’ll accept hugs in the future as well! That’s great!

“Hah? Can you sleep while standing?”

Horses can do that, but Vivian is no horse. He thinks about it for a moment, and a lightbulb goes off. With a grin, he crouches slightly, hooks an arm behind her knees and SCOOPS her up!

“Bet it’d be easier to sleep if you were carried. Mhaa~ Now you’re really at risk, haha!”

He’s being a silly jock, feel free to smack him. He might learn his lesson then. No promises.

[queenharumiura]

Continued from: [x] @whiskeysmultimuse

Was Haru convinced? No. Did she instead find him acting as casually as possible to be somewhat suspicious? Yes, somewhat. She looks him over critically and notices the suspicious red on his shirt. She steps closer to him and smells his shirt and smells blood, a smell familiar to her.

Was this his blood? Was it the blood of another person? Was he hurt bad? Was he being stubborn and wanting to deal with this on his own? She holds him by the elbow and she starts leading him away from the eyes of others.

“Is this your blood? What happened?” There was no universe in which he could play this off and have her not worry like a hen over this. He could try, but he’d have to be prepared for a fight.

[queenharumiura]

Continued from: [x] @whiskeysmultimuse

Haru had seen that he was in a tree from afar and didn’t think much of it. Possibly a cat stuck in a tree that he was trying to help. Maybe a kid had lost a toy up there and he’d climbed up there to get it out. At least, those are some of the reasons she’d climbed a tree for- and only got stuck because she belatedly remembered she was wearing a skirt. Good times, good times…

She saw him fall out of the tree, and she was worried that he’d hurt himself. Judging by the way he’d pulled his sleeve down and tried acting as if nothing had happened, she was going to guess he was embarrassed by what happened. As much as she understood that this may have been part of a guys bravado—she wasn’t going to let it pass. “Good evening, do you mind if I take a look? It would be bad if it were broken, right?” If the injury wasn’t anything major, surely they could call in a favor to Ryohei to fix up his injury? A true shame she didn’t have a strong affinity for the sun flame herself.

[queenharumiura]

Continued from: [x] @whiskeysmultimuse

Haru had always suspected this would happen eventually, with his continued exposure to loud sounds from either gunfire or his own explosives. Damage to his hearing was to be expected, but to witness it firsthand when he can barely hear her was an experience she didn’t think would happen so soon. She started to panic at the thought that from this incident that he could be deaf, and it would be because of her no less.

She can’t seem to form any coherent sounds or words from her panic, and that should be obvious if he had any skills at lip-reading. She finally makes a hand movement to denote he should wait a moment. She rummages through her bag and pulls out some earbuds and puts them into his ear and starts playing music. She researched that a lot of patients suffering from tinnitus have found that music, particularly classical passages that didn’t have wide variations in amplitude helped. She looked into what some patients recommended, and she had a separate folder inside of her phone set aside, just in case. She’d hoped to never have to use it, though. Not like this.

She didn’t know if this would help him at all, but she hoped it would. The fear that he’d go deaf, the anxiety of the situation itself and the guilt of this happening because he was helping her was too much at the moment and she couldn’t help but cry. He probably couldn’t hear her, and he wouldn’t be able to read her lips since she looked away from him, but she kept muttering ‘I’m sorry’. She was panicked.  

[fightingthetides]

@whiskeysmulti { ☁️ }

《𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓔𝓵𝓾𝓼𝓲𝓿𝓮 𝓒𝓵𝓸𝓾𝓭》

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The Cloud Guardian rolls his eyes, not intending to spare Gokudera any of his feelings should he feel offended by the act. The aloof Cloud was hardly the one to be considerate of anyone else’s feelings- much less if they were in the perceived wrong.

As the saying goes, ‘old habits die hard,’ and this one had one hell of a habit. Having taken in the yellow avians under his wing, they’d been repurposed to patrolling the streets of Namimori, serving as Hibari’s eyes and ears. An hour prior, he’d been alerted to a certain resident bomber getting involved in an altercation of sorts and would be in need of assistance.

With the intricate network of yellow avians answering to Hibari’s beck and call, the effort exerted in locating the bomber who had since relocated himself from the initial site of the alert being made was minimal. The coast was clear and Hibari looked down at the injured right hand of the pesky Sawada Tsunayoshi.

Loathe as he may be to associate himself with the lot, the fact remained thus: He was one of them. Whatever reason Gokudera had for getting into a fight was of little concern to the man at current. The truth would come to light in due time as a yellow bird had been tailing some of the runaway assailants who managed to run away. The others who had fell to Gokudera’s attacks were whisked away by Kusakabe.

【Best find the answer soon.】

Taking hold of Gokudera’s arm, he hoists the injured guardian to his feet. Albeit a bit rough, Hibari wasn’t one to be overly accommodating. From his initial visual assessment, Gokudera would be fine. A bit battered, but that was nothing the silverette couldn’t handle.

【Every injury you sustain, remember who would be concerned.】

Everyone within the Vongola would be concerned to know that Gokudera had been injured in battle. Though the reasonings may vary somewhat from person to person, the fact remained that his pain would be a cause of worry for the Vongola 10th generation. One could only imagine how the usually tame and complacent ‘herbivore’ would bare his fangs upon receiving the report.

An aggravated sigh.

【Be considerate of those who must console your girlfriend should the worst happen to you.】

Another jerk of the arm as Hibari starts escorting Gokudera to seek medical attention. Admittedly, he may be treating Gokudera rougher than necessary as he’s irritated. No one enjoyed to see their friends hurt, and in his eyes, Gokudera was doing just that each time he was reckless and Hibari was often the one tasked with breaking the news to her. He was normally the one who had to face the brunt of her panic and hurt.

[queenharumiura]

Continued from: [x] || @whiskeysmulti

Fiore was waiting for the other to arrive and once he does, she smiles at him. “Good evening, G” her eyes happen on the red mark on his neck. She blinks slowly once after noticing it. She pretends to not have seen it, as it isn’t polite to point out such things. ‘He’s never mentioned a woman being in the picture.’

A tiny gasp, ‘Is it a man? Is that the reason for the secrecy?’ So, it may not have been a matter of him not telling her that a woman was in the picture, but it was a man? “The weather is quite nice, isn’t it? Great for a picnic.” She’d invited him to join her for an outing as it was one of her favorite activities to do, to enjoy nature with a small basket of food to munch on. Her eyes glance at the mark again to confirm her eyes weren’t seeing things. Should she say something? “Are you okay to join me, or is there a reason you have to reject…?”  

[queenharumiura]

Continued from: [x] @whiskeysmulti

Fiore didn’t waste any time getting inside, shivering from not only the cold rain seeping into her bones, but also from the shock. The woman wasn’t the best when it came to directions, but it luckily didn’t take her that long to find the right place. It did however take more than one try, so it was a relief when G had answered the door this time around.

Shaking her head, “I- I don’t know.” It was hard to make out who anyone was in the dark alleyway that she was pulled into. She takes another look at her blood-stained dress. “Most- most of this i-isn’t… mine.” She’s referring to the blood, of course. There were red smudges on her cheeks, a sign that she’d haphazardly tried to rub them off while she was stuck in the rain.

Lifting her chin, she motions to a cut on her neck. It couldn’t have been deep nor had it cut any major arteries given by the fact she hadn’t already bled out. Still shivering, “could I perchance dry off first? It is quite cold, you see.” She’s also getting the floors sopping wet.

[queenharumiura]

Continued from: [x] || @whiskeysmulti

Haru obediently approaches him and sits right next to him. She didn’t intend for him to take it the way he did, as she meant her words in a different way. Nervously biting on her lower lip, she thinks about how to answer him. This time, he was upset with her (or because of her), and she was in the wrong. It didn’t matter if she didn’t intend her words to be taken the way they were—if they hurt, then she had done wrong.

“I’m sorry, that’s not what I meant.” She tugs on his sleeve, a tiny quirk of hers. “You don’t rely on me. I rely on you, but you don’t rely on me. I want to be able to do things for you too...” While it wasn’t necessarily right to say that she’d be a failure of a girlfriend if he couldn’t rely on her, but it didn’t sit right with her that it felt like he got the short end of the stick often in this relationship.

Suddenly, she shifts her positioning so she straddles his hips, placing her hands on his cheeks so he’d focus on her. “Hayato, you do know you are allowed to be selfish with me, right? You’re allowed to ask things of me and rely on me. You are so unreliant on me I feel like you don’t ever need my help.”

A tiny pout. “Let me help you too.”

[queenharumiura]

Closed starter for @vanaglorie

Haru was excited to start a new chapter in her life as a college student. It felt like all her hard work and studying has been for this moment, but she knew that this was just the beginning. Ever the busy bee, she intented to try out for gymnastics while at college to keep in form. She came a bit early just so she could go find her way to the gymnasium for tryouts later.

Maybe, as a college student, she can introduce more exciting things into her life now as opposed to sticking her nose to the books and her hobbies all the time.

She has a campus map in hand, so it wouldn't be too difficult to find, but she was taking the time to enjoy the moment. Up ahead, she sees a tall person with very noticeable hair. It's very rare to see someone with such bright hair. She wasn't the only one who noticed him as others were staring.

Something about him… seemed familiar. What was it about looking for the gymnasium? Haru was curious, and therefore a young lady on a mission. She approaches him and notes his purple eyes. It isn't until he's smiling at something that it comes to mind. "Excuse me, are you Akkun?" She pauses, that was just his nickname back then, "no, I mean… ehhhh… Byakuran-kun?"